This past weekend marked the annual celebration of Father’s Day. For some of us, this offers a welcome opportunity to experience joy amid the grief we’ve been processing. For others, the ...
…the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. Sylvia Plath The sun’s out. The birds are singing. The smell of BBQ ...
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is ...
Our ability to reach unity in diversity will be the beauty and the test of our civilization. Mahatma Gandhi In the midst of grief and healing, there’s a celebration underway. ...
Some of the cuts are so small they’re barely visible. Others are huge and gaping, leaving scars that never heal. Either way, they accumulate. We carry them everywhere, to and ...
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was ...
